Why would he not feel confident in the opinions of his friends? He needed a smack to the back of his head once in awhile to keep him thinking straight or without getting too depressed as he thought of the emotional baggage he could be carrying. Where would he be without Tifa or Barret or even Yuffie?

Lost.

His eyes darkened with a flickering of protectiveness for his friends. He kept his hands from clasping the arms of his chair too hard only because he found himself staring down the doctor across the desk from him. "I am confident in that," he said stiffly with a hint of defensiveness. "I may be here, but I have enough willpower to think for myself."